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You find yourselves by a sluggish, dark river cutting through the wetlands. A wooden bridge, old and weathered, spans the river. The air is

You find yourselves by a sluggish, dark river cutting through the wetlands. A wooden bridge, old and weathered, spans the river. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and every creak of the bridge underfoot feels as if it echoes back through centuries...

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